Snow Day

Believe it or not, growing up in sunny Southern California does have its downs. As a kid, I never once got to have a snow day. I only was able to watch the news and see other kids playing in the snow when their schools were closed. My school never shut down! Lucky for me, I landed a job that allows me to make up for these missed play days. Code at the office is "Out testing."

Last week the nearby mountains were doused with white frost—close enough to declare it a snow day. I called a couple of friends, we loaded up our dirtbikes and headed up to the hills. Down low, no snow, but riding conditions were perfect. The dirt was soft, wet and tacky to the extreme. Turning and stopping, my bike felt like it was being sucked into the ground.

But, hey, this was a snow day, so we rode up in altitude to trails covered in the white stuff. About a foot of fresh powder with minimal ice made it easy to plow through without getting stuck. Only problem was hitting hidden rocks, which really just added to the fun when racing my buddies. A snow day indeed!